Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

Holy Supper Participants: Round 2

..and that's the second round of Holy Supper Challenge participants up!

Holy Supper Participants: Round 1

..and that's the first round of Holy Supper Challenge participants up!

If your ass ain't listed it's because I either 1.) didn't get your email (please resend to graveyarddirt@gmail.com, or feel free to contact me directly through a social networking site) or 2.) am waiting for your name and/or blog address.

PS: I magic chore-whored my way through this job in an exquisitely stoned state; if I effed up any of your shit please don't be afraid to throw a rock at me (although I'd prefer if you'd just email me to let me know, heh).

Holy Supper Challenge

Taking part in the Holy Supper challenge? Please email me ASAP at graveyarddirt@gmail.com! I need to begin building my participant list; no names means no giveaway! (<- Not to spoil surprises, but I got some good effin' shit put aside!)

PS: To qualify for the giveaway you don't have to have your Holy Supper on the 22nd (winter solstice). All I - and your ancestors! - care about is participation. A deadline will eventually be decided upon, but it won't be until January (I'm thinking maybe Epiphany).

Foragin' Grit

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Back in July I challenged Graveyard Dirt readers to toss any fungus-related phobia out the fucking door and follow me into the hedges, fields and woods to hunt down one of the safest wild mushrooms to eat: the mothereffin' bolete.

I know that some of you - emboldened by Bolete Lesson #1, Bolete Lesson #2 and two Harvests worth of stories - were lured to the wild (edible) side by my dirty little Pied Piper's song, but I never got to properly acknowledge your foragin' grit. Now that Harvest's come and gone I finally have a chance to reward the brave folk who were charmed by the irresistible ditty by inviting them to enter Graveyard Dirt's first ever giveaway.

Who can enter: Anyone, provided you made real fucking effort to find something. Even if you found jack-effin'-shit you still qualify; I'm lookin' for folk who took a sincere stab at this mushroom hunting game.

What you might win: Yeah, you guessed it: dried motherfucking mushrooms. But we ain't talking 'bout any ole dried mushrooms, we're talking 'bout Ms. Dirty's bolete-tastic Wild Woodland Mix* which is ready to be used in any of your culinary adventures.

How to enter: Email your stories, photos and/or links to blog entries to graveyarddirt@gmail.com with "mushroom giveaway" in the subject line. I won't accept non-email entries, so please don't send 'em. And while I'm rocking the "don't" thang: please don't try deceiving me. Me and my inner Zuul are in agreement that it'd be supremely uncool.

Deadline for entering: December 11th, exactly two weeks from today. You get an entire fucking fortnight to work on this mean mushroom mofo.

The fine effin' print: The number of dried mushroom packets given away will be determined by the number of entrants. Winners will be blindly chosen by Peck-Man, and their prize will be sent on the effin' house (so be sure you can share your mailing address with me). One entry per person, and the best goddamn luck to anyone who enters.

Feelin' a little sore for not being able to take part in this giveaway? I can totally help with that, but it requires you to watch this mothereffin' space. In a few days I'll be unveiling a new reader participation project, so you should have more than enough time to climb aboard the next giveaway wagon.

* My Wild Woodland Mix includes dried larch boletes, Slippery Jacks, porcini (aka cep and penny bun), brown birch boletes, orange birch boletes, bay boletes and probably a few other bolete varieties I'm forgetting.